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#2935: Willa Cather to Henry Walcott Boynton, March 7, 1916

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This foolish letter was written to H.W. Boynton1, not to Percy Boynton3.

Willa Cather
FIVE BANK STREET Dear Mr. Boynton1:

Your reply to my note half-converts me to the wooly “theory of Vibrations” which fortune-tellers and theosophists tell about. When you say that you feel some curiosity about what I am doing now, I can only say, nothing that interests me very deeply; something rather dry and hard. Perhaps I’m doing it for the same reason that violinists play Bach4 after they have been working on very romantic modern things. The next book5 was pretty well planned out6, the intention of it, at least, last fall. But the winter has been full of changes and troubles. The les loss of old friends by death and even by marriage, until I feel like the man “whom unmerciful disaster followed fast and followed faster.”7 The milk has been too much disturbed for the cream to rise. I am just beginning to keep engagements with my desk again, and I hope, if you come into town2 this spring, that I may have some progress to report to you. If you will let me know when you do come to town, and if you have time to hunt up Bank Street8, I shall certainly be at home, even if it is not on a Friday.

Faithfully yours Willa Cather